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thedeathlysallows · 9 months ago

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Is It Over Now? (8)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon; Aegon Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon

Summary: When you lost control

Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest

The king is dead.

The words ring through your mind repeatedly, a horrible reminder that everything is changing for better or worse.

"Aemond," you finally find your voice after what feels like (and likely is) hours. "Is it true? Is he..."

Aemond gives you a sad look and pulls you close against his chest. His lips press to the top of your head as he whispers his answer. "Yes."

You aren’t sure how to feel. You loved your grandfather, and he surely loved you, but you’re nervous for your mother. You’ve heard so many whispers throughout the Keep… whispers that spell disaster for your mother’s ascension to the throne. There are those that would see your mother dead before they see her as Queen, and you’ve got the sinking feeling your husband and his mother are at the head of that battle.

“The safest place for you is our bedchamber,” Aemond tells you, and your heart immediately drops to your stomach. “You must stay here.”

“And if I don’t?” You look up at Aemond, tilting your chin in defiance. “Besides, why should I? My mother will be Queen. She is Queen if Viserys is truly dead. Why should her heir hide away and not be seen?”

Aemond’s lips are set in a thin line. “It’s in your best interest to listen to your husband.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Do you know what my grandfather is currently doing?” Aemond grabs you by the wrist and pulls you close. The pupil of his good eye is blown wide, black swallowing violet until only a void is left. “He’s searching the grounds for Aegon. Why do you think he would do that?”

“Because his father is dead.”

“Aemma, you aren’t a stupid girl. You know why. My grandfather will not allow your mother to sit on the Iron Throne.”

You swallow the bile rising in your throat. You didn’t expect Aemond to lie to you, he would never do that, but you didn’t expect such blunt honesty either. And if Aegon has truly ran off… you take a deep breath to center yourself. Your marriage to Aemond is still so new and now you’re being tested in a way you never could’ve imagined.

“What will you do?” You finally find your voice as you gaze up at Aemond, his features sharper than usual in the early morning light.

“Mother has tasked me with finding Aegon before our grandfather’s men.”

“And then?”

“I have no desire to see Aegon on the throne.”

Despite his words, something remains unsaid. He doesn’t want Aegon on the throne, but he doesn’t want your mother either. He won’t support her claim, therefore denying your claim as well.

Before tears can fall, you yank your wrist out of his grip. “Go then. Support a usurper over your wife.”

“It’s more than that and you know it.”

“No! I don’t know, Aemond! Viserys chose Rhaenyra as his heir. She is his oldest living child. I am my mother’s heir as her eldest child. What’s so complicated about that?”

“People will never accept a woman on the throne. Not only that, but your brothers are bastards and everyone knows. You have to be her heir because you are her only legitimate child. Unfortunately, not even that will save you if the people decide to rise up against your mother in favor of Aegon.”

“They would never! All the houses swore to recognize-“

“Words said by dead lords whose children don’t share their sentiment.” Aemond observes you quietly for a moment. “Don’t make me post guards at your door. I have no desire to make you a prisoner, but you’re forcing my hand. Stay out of this fight.”

Aemond presses his lips to yours, but you refuse to kiss him back, keeping your body rigid when he tries to hold you. You watch him go silently, rage simmering in your blood. When the two of you married, you had promised yourself to try. Try and make it work. Try to be a good wife to Aemond. How can you possibly do any of that now without betraying your family?

There’s only one option left for you: you need to find Aegon before anyone else. If anyone can convince him to not take the Iron Throne it’s you. He would do anything you asked of him.

Luckily, you know him better than anyone else. Even Aemond. They’ll search the brothels, the ale houses, but you know better. Aegon is smart enough not to hide in places he’ll be expected. That only leaves on place.

The Great Sept.

When you go to leave your room, you’re stopped immediately by the King’s Guard. True to his word, Aemond posted them outside of your shared chambers. They glare at you silently until you shut the door and retreat deeper into the room. There’s another way- a secret way your mother taught you should something like this happen. So you set to work, tapping against the wall until you find the door hidden by the fireplace.

You slowly make your way down the dark passage, sticking close to the damp stone wall. It won’t be far to the Great Sept once you make it out of the Keep. The difficult part will be not being spotted. You’ll stick to the shadows, though, and you’ll keep your hood up as far as you can without drawing suspicion.

You can do this.

You have to do this.

For your mother.

Fresh air finally washes over you as you reach the exit of the passage. You’re well outside of the Keep now, no guards to spot you as you sneak down the street. The Sept looms large and imposing in front of you. You’ve never been particularly religious, but you’ll praise any god you can if you’re the one to find Aegon first.

The Sept is still in the early morning as you step inside. Candles haven’t even been lit yet and the silence around you is suffocating.

“Aegon?” You try to make as little noise as possible, unwilling to alert anyone to your presence.

You hear a small cough come from underneath a table and kneel down. Aegon grins up at you, absolutely reeking of wine. You offer him your hand. He takes it willingly.

“Everyone is looking for you,” you tell him.

“And yet you found me first.” His expression grows dark. “I won’t do it. I don’t want the throne. Tell them to give it to Aemond… I’m not suited for it.”

When you don’t argue with him, Aegon lifts a brow in question. “Isn’t that what you wanted to hear?”

“Not exactly. I don’t want Aemond to be King and gods know I’ll only be Queen if my mother is dead.” You take Aegon’s hands in your own and hold them against your chest. “Aegon, we both know they’ll never stop trying to make you King. I need you to stop them. Do whatever it takes. Please.”

Aegon tilts his head, eyes drawn to your lips. “Run away with me. We can go to Braavos and write to your mother. She’ll understand and pardon us after she takes the Throne back.”

“Aegon, You’re married. What will happen to your children if we leave? You can’t protect them from Braavos.”

“No mention of your own marriage. Is there trouble for the newlyweds?” He steps forward and crowds you against the wall. “Say the word and I’ll take you away from all of it.”

“We can’t. We have to stay and you have to fight. I’ll stand by your side as your brother’s wife, but we can’t leave this mess for my mother to clean up alone. We have to help her.”

Something changes in his expression. His face tenses up and his eyes darken as he listens to your words. “And if I don’t? If I decide to take the Throne from Rhaenyra, will you still stand by my side? What if I stay the selfish bastard I’ve always been?”

“What would you gain from doing that?”

“You.”

That one little word sits heavy in your soul. “Aegon…”

He shushes you, kissing you sloppily. His lips are warm and demanding while one of his hands drifts down to hike your thigh up his waist.

“The only fucking thing I’ve ever wanted is you, and you’re the only thing I can’t have. But if I’m King? No one can stop me from taking you for my own.”

“You can’t.”

“I could. Who would stop me?”

“I would.”

Aegon trails his lips against your neck before biting down hard. “Would you? I don’t think so. Aemond wouldn’t stop me either. He doesn’t have the fucking courage. You’ll be mine one way or another. I’m letting you decide how.”

You let out a deep, shuddering breath. “I can’t leave.”

“Then a king I’ll be.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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hello!

it’s your feysand anon again, i read better than books this morning & once again you have done a phenomenal job. i can’t express enough how much i love your writing and how well you bring every single one of your requests to life. you’re writing is magic, truly!

i’ve never requested a headcannon before, so i hope i’m doing this write lmao. could you do what and how feysand would be in a relationship?

thank you d, ily 💜

Feysand x reader headcanon

A/n: Feysand anon you are so fucking sweet. This legitimately made me shed a few tears, no one has said that before and you’ve just made my year and you’re my new bestie. Sending you all the love and I hope you have a fantastic day💜

Warnings: none

Most caring, loving, attentive partners ever omg you would be showered in love by them

You saw how in love with each other they are and you were jealous. You want that kind of love. When Rhys and Feyre asked you to be part of the relationship your heart said yes but your mind was racing

You didn’t want to come between them or anything

In the end you say yes because you love them and they’re showing you that they want you

The IC are very accepting of you since you have been around for awhile and are happy that the three of you are happy

Rhys’s love language is gift giving and Feyre’s is quality time as well as gift giving

They’d shower you in gifts. There doesn’t need to be a reason they just want to

You’ve had to stop Rhys multiple times from giving you something that was far too expensive (Feyre too) but you feel bad when he gets that little sad face bc he can’t give you something

Rhys loves giving you and Feyre matching gifts

Sometimes matching lingerie

You love spending your days with Feyre in her art studio, teaching classes and just talking with her

When you’re not with Feyre you help Rhys with work and have tea time when he takes breaks

You sleep with them but you do have your own room if you need your space

A few months into the relationship you started joining Feyre for training

She told Cassian to go easy on you but once she turned her back and went to spar with Az you gave Cass a shit eating grin, “don’t go easy. I want to be able to flip you.” Cassian howled after you said that and agreed

Hewn city visits are very interesting

Picking on Kier with Rhys and Feyre is very entertaining

Your first visit was a little nerve wracking. Kier thought it would be a good idea to insult you and your “purpose” but Feyre and Rhys weren’t having any of that

When you first entered the throne room you stood between their thrones. Once Rhys called the dinner to start he motions for you to sit on his lap

Their attention is on you as you hold Feyre’s hand and Rhys leaves kisses on your neck

You caught Kier approaching and froze. You heard Rhys and Feyre in your mind, “it’s alright darling just stay calm.” “He’s useless, don’t let anything he says get to you. Bite back and keep your face bored.”

They kept their hands on you as Kier spoke, their faces the epitome of boredom and irritation with him interrupting their time with you

AFTER Rhys dismissed him, Kier got mouthy, “One whore wasn’t enough so now you share one?”

Rhys and Feyre were seeing red at that point. You all stood and Feyre pulled you to her. You made sure to keep your face unbothered but you were a little hurt by his comment

Your eyes wandered around the room and you could see Mor was fuming, Cass and Az looked like they were ready to attack

Rhys stepped off the dias coming toe to toe with Kier, towering over him

It was clear that Rhys was in Kiers mind terrifying him. The male was sickly pale by the end of it, “You’re dismissed for the rest of the evening.”

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fandomfantasyy · 2 months ago

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MASSIVE WARNING FOR II 17 SPOILERS ++ INANIMATE INSANITY THEORY ++ ADAM KATZ TWITTER CODE SOLVING !!

i am holding onto way more hope than i should, however, this is a stray theory of mine that im holding onto for said hopes sake.

to those who haven't watched ii 17 yet, PLEASE keep scrolling. i mention just about everything that happened in the episode, and im basically reviewing it at the start. the episode is so much better without any spoilers!!

so, inanimate insanity 17. if you don't wanna hear me blabber on and on about the episode, scroll to the other big text. otherwise i am RANTING i need an outlet. 3:

inanimate insanity 17 was a rodeo. me and my partner had a few straggling theories before we watched it, and a few of them were true. knife did indeed punch cobs, they really did fight, everyone that heard was disappointed to find out they were made by mephone 4.

starting with the majority of the opening sequence, going from memory here, knife's desperation? ow. suitcase's new found paranoia? OW. them doing everything to find out what was wrong was so bittersweet, because you can just tell that they don't know how to stop it and are holding onto to random theories and hope.

nearing more of the middle section, i completely forgot that bow could possess people. made me giggle a bit tbh….. besides that, I HATE COBS HE MANIPULATED MY BABY, TOILET. ☹️ the admission of guilt from mephone 4, only to realize his apology could never speak loud enough almost killed me. lightbulb, fan, and test tube, all dead. the bright lights poly. when toilet told mepad that he understood it wasn't a competition anymore? and when cobs pulled off toilet and begun killing everyone? jesus christ dude (also im a little sad at the lack of extra pronunciation on "your" when paper yelled at salt saying "hes not your boyfriend" as a payjay shipper but....)

more on the end side, the fight convinced me for a damn while. it doesn't make sense to me how one single throw got knife extremely scuffed and chipped, but it's finneee, it's show logic!! :3 anygays. the main painful time. the pull of the plug, prompting toilet to call himself "the best assistant", the way knife put his hand on suitcase to comfort her, the way cobs SACRIFICED MEPHONE X??? dude this show is gonna make me go bonkers.

last but not least, "the show is over," and mephone 4 has no choice but to go back "home" with cobs. ow.

there are still so many questions. the eggs helped power everything, but were they fake? how did mephone 4 find the land he built inanimate insanity on? obviously it isn't fake, he's still sitting on it at the end of the episode. where's 3gs? what about mepad? was mepad made up? too much to answer with too little information.

overall, what a painful episode. it seems like the end, right? wrong.

inanimate insanity is not over. we are getting ii18.

at least, thats my theory. average movie length spans 1½ hours to 2½ hours. us inanimate insanity fans were told that this finale would be as long as a movie. right now, we are only at an hour. i dont remember the last time i watched a movie that was only an hour. they're out there, yes, but i doubt the creators would pray on very short movies to support their angst.

adam katz's teasing on twitter / x, saying that mephone x was after him, only for his account to be seemingly gone or empty? there's no way adam simply quit twitter because he ended his line of work. it's a thing that happens, but i dont think this is that. most of adam's characters in the show died before the plug was pulled. is that a direct reference? i don't know.

as of october 15th, adam seemingly returned to twitter, but instead as the robot from ii17. why would they bring him back suddenly, why would they make this teaser? there's no real, legitimate explanation in my eyes... other than them maybe just wanting to torture us. that, however, is not the point.

continuing on adam robot twitter thing, on his twitter / x profile / status, (idk what it's called i don't use twitter / x,) it says, "Loading a large amount of files... / Estimated wait tim: 2880 minutes, 0 seconds". that directly translates to two days. we're heavily likely to get the true final episode or the trailer of such of ii2 in 2 days.

update for the above. on october 18th, around 3pm EST, a code to decipher was posted. someone in the comments of the twitter / x post said that it was "you seek to know the true reason for such a tragic second season if you decide you want to show more there may be something to restore see .com/insert code". we, the viewers might be bringing the show back.

season one and season three's final episodes ended with a "the end". ii17 did not have this end card. this seems like a very crucial thing that they couldn't just "leave out". after all, why on the most important finale of all of the finales so far, would they leave out saying "the end"? if it's truly the end, they wouldn't leave it with a black screen and a sobbing community. (the last part, maybe, but not the first part.....)

both season one ended with 18 episodes, and season three ended with 19 episodes. season two seems to almost be ending on episode 17. this could go either way, with season two ending with a pattern of 17-18-19, OR, if we're really lucky, 18-19-20. (or we just get an extra 18 or smth idk)

there is a reason why this is only a stray theory of mine. only 6 days before the release of ii17, adam katz and brian koch were saying their thank you's and goodbye's to the inanimate insanity community. it feels like the end of this show is near, if not sadly over now.

overall, i still have hope. but this wont be clear until we either see a ii18 trailer or we dont. i will regularly update this with new information as it gets found by me and my partner. goodbye for now, inanimate insanity community, and good luck.

robot adam's twitter saga.

connecting to that, more hints have already been found. there was a code on cabby's wiki that is decoded to “You want the second key word? These pages are your answer. Next, go to the three time player with the lowest average placement." (credits to @\MeesterTweester on twitter/x !!) this brought the fandom to nickel (i believe), and im not quite sure what it says.

however, i do know one thing. it's been solved, and my theory was proven true.

we will be getting episode 18 of inanimate insanity by late november.

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allwormdiet · 3 months ago

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Arc 7: Buzz, Concluding Thoughts

Jesus fucking Christ

Man, remember when it was just Taylor and Rachel hanging out with like twenty dogs? I miss that. Can we go back to that. Please.

God it's so sad to see that Taylor is legitimately the first Undersider to make any inroads with Rachel and now that progress might have been well and truly fucked by her departure

It was cool to see Taylor developing more with her powers, figuring out new ways to use it. Also very cool of her to stab a fucking Nazi in the hand.

Another reminder that Taylor's bullies are all fucking maniacs, and also that Taylor's newfound confidence is seeing some unintended consequences.

Brian... okay. The kiss was really presumptive on Taylor's part, that sucks and that's not on him. But that man's got his wires crossed something fierce if his "sisterly affection" for Taylor reads as romantic attraction not just to Taylor's desperately lonely self (which, easy to fool I think) but also Lisa's interpersonal capabilities. Like, the social manipulation power thinks you're hot for her, my guy, what's that supposed to mean?

(Also what the hell would Aisha think if she heard the sister line, like for real)

Fuck the Empire, fuck Purity, fuck all of these Nazi rat bastards, I hope the Endbringer eats them all because apparently that's what we have to rely on for sticking it to them when the Protectorate can't send in one assist to put literally any of these guys away.

No significant gripes about the actual fights against the Empire, taking down Stormtiger and Cricket (plus fending off Hookwolf) was very cool, and the rooftop tangle with Rune and the alley fight with Night and Fog had some really neat and tense moments.

And then there's fucking Coil. I fucking hate this guy so much, he's so stupid and so cruel and for fucking what. Being the mayor of crime? And the mayor of heroes? And the boss of the actual mayor? What the fuck is even his problem, truly. Can't even doxx a bunch of Nazis without almost getting his subordinates killed, and when they confront him about it his defense is basically "i forgor," what the hell.

Dinah's scene is good in one specific and interesting way, providing both short-term information about Skitter's mounting dissatisfaction and the slightly longer-term information about the approaching Endbringer, but it just. Mm. Dinah's written weirdly, like that's not how twelve-year-olds talk. And I hate every word that Coil says to her.

Skitter's departure from the team is hard to read and hard to reread, honestly. She just. She finally had something going right in her life, for once, and she was willing to gamble everything on that continuing to go right. And she lost. And now she has to go back to them with the weight of that confrontation, that departure, hanging over every interaction, because she's doing what a hero would do.

Getting insights into Miss Militia and more of a look at the Protectorate was interesting, but mostly it's just pity for Hana and, yet again, concern about Armsmaster. Mfer can't stop coming off as concerning.

So, I was told by some friends that when the sirens start is a good time to consider the end of "Part One" of Worm. The Endbringer comes with a significant change in status quo, although I only know some of the details, so if I'm going to ruminate on the story so far, this is the time for it.

I might do that tonight or else give myself time to ruminate on it. We'll see how it goes.

#parahumans #wormblr #worm buzz #concluding thoughts #worm liveblogging

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thequeenofthedisneyverse · 6 months ago

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Antonio Madrigal's Journey - Chapter 1: Only the beginning of the adventure

Pepa paced around her room as wind swirls around her feet and a cloud drips water on her head. She dreaded this day, as did Felix. Yeah, Pepa, her hermana, and hermano did this at his age, but that doesn't mean she won't be any less worried. Today was the day after Antonio's twelfth birthday. A day where he finally sets out on his own to earn the right to keep his gift.

Their journey wasn't all that unsafe, it was rather pleasant. Save for almost getting drowned in a mudslide. But hey, they still kept their gifts in the end and met amazing people that they are still friends with till this day.

And it's not like all the other madrigal journeys were unsafe, heck most of them barely even got a paper cut on theirs. Mirabel didn't get a gift, but she still went out on her own anyway when she turned twelve.

It was unexpected but everyone understood her need to go. It was her birth given right regardless of a gift. Thankfully she was able to find a witch on her journey who taught her everything she needed to know about magic. In the end she still had fun and met amazing people like all the other madrigals did.

But still, Pepa was worried. Something in her soul told her something was legitimately wrong. Maybe she could ask Bruno for a vision? Yes! That was perfect…why didn’t she think of this earlier?

While Felix was sleeping Pepa snuck out of their shared room and quietly stepped over to Brunos. She wasn’t sure if Dolores was awake or not but she surely did not want to wake her up. Her room wasn’t all that sound proof as it is.

So slowly and quietly, she crept to Bruno’s room and knocked on the door five times. After a few moments or so, she knocked again…and again. Soon enough, Bruno opened the door.

“Jeez Pepa, I heard you! And I already know why you're here so come in.” Bruno blue a raspberry as he let his sister in his room.

“Did you have a vision?”

“Yes”

“What did you see?”

“...do you want me to tell you or do you want to see for yourself?” Bruno looked at his sister worriedly. He already saw what was on the vision tablet and therefore, wished he didn’t have one at all.

“Why are you asking me that…is…is something going to happen to Antonio?” She looked her brother straight in the eye as she asked this.

Bruno nodded.

“I’ll ask again, would you rather me tell you are see for yourself, Pepa”

Antonio had been awake since 6:30 this morning. He was so excited. How could he sleep? This was such an amazing experience...but he was also a little scared. And sad.

He was leaving his home for the first time. He was leaving his family for the first time. Pico has been listening to his endless ramblings since 6:30 this morning as well. Much to his dismay.

"I don't know how to feel about this Pico, on one hand. We're going on an adventure. On the other we're leaving home! Leaving the family behind and...I just don't know...I-"

"So, sleep is not on our schedule today, huh?" The bird had a flat semi-annoyed expression. Simply sitting on a branch above him.

Antonio looked over to the toucan with furrowed brows and the same irritated expression. "This is serious Pico! WE'RE LEAVING HOME!"

"Which is why WE SHOULD'VE SLEPT! Now, we're going to have to be awake and sleepy the whole way."

"I'm not tired"

"Yeah, you're saying that NOW"

Antonio rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The nerve of this bird. The young boy looked around his jungle room. Still as beautiful as it was when he first laid eyes on it when he was five.

Man... that was such a long time ago. Ok, it was only seven years ago but still. A lot of time has passed. His Hermana Dolores got married and is expecting two babies. His Hermano Camilo is now engaged, Mirabel owns her own seamstress shop, Isabela teaches a paint class and is currently helping Mirabel with new types of fashion ideas, and so much more.

He'll be gone missing all of it but thankfully he could send letters through steam airship mail services. And Pico volunteered to send letters back and forth if nothing else was available. And unfortunately for the poor bird, that will soon happen.

Antonio didn't know how to feel about this but no use in worrying about it now. It was time to go, and he had to get ready. The boy huffed and puffed out his chest. Here he goes.

"Here I go again, I'm gonna go to a world outside the world I'm in. No more day dreamin again, I finally got the chance-"

Pico perked his head up and stared straight at Antonio with a 'are you serious?' expression.

"No, no, no, no, no, NO! Don't you start! This is not a singing mom-"

"When I feel my fears starin’ at me, I tell it just wait and see"

Antonio got off his hammock, hopping from branch to branch down to the center of his treehouse.

"I know who I’m gonna be, I know who I’m gonna be. The worlds half asleep it’s gonna wake up and see"

He ran over to a nearby waterfall and began his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, and get dressed. There's not really much else.

A light brown vest, white button shirt, and dark orange pants. Finished off with a light-yellow ascot and simple brown shoes. Can't go wrong with simplicity. Once that was done, he took a large travel backpack next to the chest and stuffed it with all the clothes from inside the chest.

Pico, looking down at the singing boy, rolled his eyes and flew down a few inches away from the boy's feet.

"He's doing this...he's really doing this right now" The bird thought to himself.

Antonio went all over the place adding any and everything he could without overstuffing it.

"If it’s a million to one, I’m gonna be that one and if it’s a shot in the dark I’m gonna be the sun"

The sun was rising in his room, a beautiful orange glow shining over the prospering jungle. All the flowers, the ones Isa helped him plant and just the ones that were already there, started to bloom beautifully. The animals in his room were beginning to wake up and skitter about.

It was beautiful, honestly. But at the moment, it's something Antonio couldn't focus on right now.

“And I just can’t afford to be wrong, even when I’m afraid…You’re gonna know my name. You’re gonna know my name”

Antonio thought back to all the stories his older siblings and cousins told him about their journeys. With every single one they all helped so many people in different ways. Some towns know them by name from all their efforts.

He couldn’t wait for him to go out and finally get to do all that stuff. Not to mention, the Miracle always promises new additions to his gift like all the others did. Something else he couldn’t wait for.

His mama can make any weather appear with her emotions, sense when storms are coming, and can semi-remove them. However, the third one can take a lot out of her. Dolores can hear all things but also silence everything around her if she wants, as well as using sound waves to push away anything deemed as a threat. However, the third one can tire her quickly so she doesn’t do it often.

Camilo can shapeshift into humans, animals, and can partially see into the memories of the person. But just like his sister and mother, he can only do it partially and it takes a lot of energy from him.

“I can barely sleep ‘cause my heart is always racing, chasing, pacing ‘round the room. Livin’ carefully is something I don’t wanna do”

Tonito was always the adventurous type. Albeit a little shy and quiet, but still up for adventure. Pepa could count on many fingers about how many times he disappeared to go explore a new area.

Not only that, but there were occasions when Antonio would swing Isabela’s vines while they were both out foraging. He was never afraid of heights, quite opposite actually, the higher the better for him. So, when he got the hang of swinging on vines in his room, he would swing as high as he could to see above the canopy.

You have no idea how many times he got hurt doing that..and how many times he had to run from his mother and father’s belt.

Now all he had left to do was say goodbye. And that…was surprisingly the most scary part. Antonio looked at the clock on a small section of his tree. It would strike at 7:30 in twenty minutes. Time for when he would have to truly say goodbye to his family and leave…for a year.

“When I feel my fears staring at me I tell it just wait and see, I know who I’m gonna be…I know who I’m gonna be. The world's half asleep it’s gonna wake up and see…If it’s a million to one I’m gonna be that one…”

“...you are a very dramatic kid, you know that?” Pico asked

“And you are a very annoying bird, ever think of that?”

After packing everything he could, the young boy sat in front of his tree with his animal friends all surrounding him. All giving him their best wishes of course.

Antonio heard a familiar guttural yawn behind him and turned around. There was his old jaguar friend Parce. Now standing at thirteen years old, which is old in Jaguar years. He technically only had two more years left but…that’s something Toni didn’t like thinking about.

“Good Morning Antonio, did you sleep well?” The old cat snuggled up against Tonito's side, causing the boy to lift up his arm.

“I did old amigo, did you?”

The old creature nodded as it stretched its legs and arched its back. “I slept well thank you, I see I made it before your departure”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for the others to…to…say goodbye I guess.” Antonio looked down at the coati in his lap in sorrow. Slowly petting it as he got lost in thought. This was finally happening. REALLY happening.

“You are scared, young cub” The jaguar bluntly let out.

“What? No, pssh, I’m not scared! Just nervous is all but it’s all good really.” Antonio tried to play it off but he knew it was true. He was scared.

“Hmm, alright then” Parce wasn't one to pry so he let it go. But he could feel that his cub was nervous. All of the animals could, they just chose not to acknowledge it. To not make him close off any of his thoughts.

Antonio was a quiet kid when he was upset, so it was best to keep him happy so he can always open up.

Some more minutes passed before he heard Mirabel’s signature knocking at his door. The tween gently took the Coati off of his lap and sat it beside him. After that he quickly got up and began to walk toward his door.Pico and Parce followed closely behind him.

Last breakfast he’ll have with his family for a year. Better make it count. He breathed in a deep sigh as he touched the doorknob. A quick flash of his ceremony day flashed before him. It made him smile.

He shook off all the negative emotions and opened the door. Ready to greet his family for the last time. The boy quickly ran downstairs and to the backyard where the breakfast table was already set up.

As always, the food smelled good and delectable. When he was about to say something, he felt a hand ruffle his curly hair. Ugh, Camilo.

“Hey Hermano, sleep well?”

Camilo had the audacity to act like he wasn’t worried or scared about today. Just as chill as any other day huh, Milo?

“Stooop, you know I hate that!”

Antonio smacked his hand away and glared at his big brother. Camilo, in return, stuck his tongue out at him. And Antonio did the same, a smile creeping into his lips right afterwards. He quickly took a seat next to his papa, with his mama on the left of him. Dolores sat next to her husband, Mariano, and Camilo sat next to his Fiance, Miguel.

Mirabel sat on the other side of the table, on her right was Luisa, and on her left was Isabela. Sitting next to Isa was their mother Julieta, and on Julie’s left was her husband. The whole blue family looked happy and peaceful. No pressure or unhappiness of any kind.

And as always, Alma sat at the head of the table. Now at eighty two years old, still the strong matriarch she used to be. Albeit a little slower, but that just comes with age. And trust me, she doesn’t let her age get in the way of her fun.

Bruno sat at the end of the table, in no way did that mean he was excluded or left out. That was just his favorite sitting area. His hands were nervously clasped together while looking at Pepa. Oh boy….

Pepa had a noticeable heavy black cloud over her head. Rain was coming down upon her as she looked at Felix. He put his hand on hers and squeezed, offering a sympathetic smile. Felix saw the vision tablet too…and he knew what was about to come.

“Antonio, familia, I have something to share with you. It’s something that none of us want to hear but it needs to be said,” Pepa held a somber look as she stared at her plate. Unable to look Antonio in the eye. Not willing to see the heartbreak in his eyes.

“Antonio will not be going on his journey. That is final.”

The table was silent as they all looked at her in confusion and shock. Antonio even more so. What the hell is she on about?

“What…?” Tonito quietly asked, unsure if he really heard what he just heard. Pepa wouldn’t look him in the eye so he looked at his father. Felix thought it would be best if he spoke up.

“I’m sorry Tontito but…your place is here. Not out there, this is for a reason son. Please, understand”

Bruno covered his face and groaned, this was not going to end well. He could feel it in his gut. The family looked in Bruno’s direction. This has something to do with him. Dolores had already heard the information from the early morning. She was just quietly waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop.

Bruno…..did you have a vision?” Alma asked and adjusted her green glasses.

Bruno simply hummed and quickly grabbed a cup of juice, filling his mouth with it so he wouldn’t have to explain anything. Alma saw right through that and narrowed her eyes with a raised brow. What was he hiding?

“I…I don’t understand. I’ve been preparing to leave for weeks I don’t- ” Antonio shook his head and looked up at his mama, who still couldn't look him in the eye.

“Antonio, this is for the best. I’m not arguing or taking any “buts” or pleads from you.” She said sternly and thunder could be heard from the cloud over her head.

Alma looked at her daughter and decided to speak up, “Pepa, what is the meaning of this. Why can’t he go?”

“I’ll explain later mama, not right now.”

Oh Antonio wasn’t about to let this slide, not by a long shot. “No”

Pepa looked up at him, Tonito has never been defiant or rebellious before, so this was new. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me mama, NO! I’d at least like to know WHY I can’t go” Tonito demanded. In the back of his head, he was sure something probably went wrong in the vision tablet. But still, he would at least like to know the details. Maybe it was avoidable if he just SAW it.

Pepa felt a little flabbergasted and appalled that Antonio had the audacity to do this. She understood why he felt the way he felt, but she wasn’t ready to tell him.

She took a deep breath to come herself, “Antonio, I’m not going to argue with you. My words are final.”

“But-”

“NO ANTONIO! DO NOT ASK ME AGAIN!” Thunder rang out through the house. Pepa glared at her son for dominance of the situation, as did Antonio. The sound made everyone jump and caused Dolores to wince from the impact.

Antonio growled and pushed the table away from him and stormed off to his room. Parce and Pico followed soon after just for some support and comfort he will likely need.

Pepa counted from 1-10 in her mind, Felix helped by coaxing her to breathe in and out. They both knew this was for the best. They could take Antonio’s anger and oncoming silent treatment over his inevitable end.

The rest of the family was told what was in Bruno’s vision, one vision showed him in a situation that was very confusing and concerning. The other was where Antonio was in a situation that showed…something very terrible regarding his life.

Now, they all understood why Antonio could just not go out there. Hopefully in due time, Tonito would be of age where they could tell him why he couldn’t go. And hopefully, he’ll understand.

The day passed on as usual, everyone doing their daily duties and chores. Antonio however, stayed in his room all day. Never even coming down for lunch or dinner. Not like he needed to, there were fruit trees of all sorts in his room. So, he had no need to come down whatsoever.

On the inside, he was seething mad. His intuition screamed at him to go, but he didn’t want to go against his mother’s wishes. All day he was fighting with himself to no end. It was honestly infuriating.

His animals attempted to speak to him as maturely as they could. In which they all took his mama’s side, much to his dismay.

“She just wants you to be safe, young one”

“Mothers always know what’s best”

“Don’t be so upset, little cub. She’s just trying to protect from something terrible”

On and on, and on. None of them really made him feel better but he did see things from her perspective. But he just wished he saw the vision tablet, maybe it’s something he could avoid if he thought hard on it.

Soon nightfall came, and everyone headed off to bed. Some concern was there for Antonio, but they thought it was best to just leave him alone. It was getting late and Antonio decided to finally take it down a notch. He climbed up his large tree, hopping from branch to branch, to his hammock bed.

After he laid his head down, he slept for a couple hours. Irritating slumber as his dreams showed him out on the open road. But everything would switch from calm beautiful scenery, laughing with people he couldn’t fully see, to monsters chasing him away.

Until he heard it…a small symphonic tune that called for him, again, and again. His eyes shot open at the fourth “call”. He sat up and looked around, no one but sleeping animals and fireflies were there.

Tonito shook his head and laid back down, putting his pillow over his head to ignore the sound.

“Go…go little one…you must go”

Antonio’s hand lifted the pillow ever so slightly to his angry face. A groan escaped him as he sat up again.

“Go little one, you must go”

Out of irritation, Antonio made his way off his hammock and out of his tree using the mushroom steps and across the little bridge. After stepping over a few animals, he made it down. The tree he had was illuminated with many lanterns sitting on tree branches. All of which would turn themselves off when the sun came, and come on when the moon came.

It made everything look so surreal and calming. However, Antonio wasn’t really in a calm state. More so anxious and confused. That damn sound would not leave him alone.

“Go now, you have the chance-”

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Antonio got so frustrated he decided to speak to it, “I can hear you, but I won’t. Some look for trouble, while others don’t.” The teen boy walked further into his jungle home, far behind the tree to clear his head.

He looked up at the moon and sighed, “There’s a thousand reasons I should go about my day, and ignore your whispers which I wish would go away ooooh”

He heard the sound again and rolled his eyes, mocking the sound “Oooooh”

And there it was again, irritatingly, there it was again. Antonio began to walk faster, as if the faster he walked, the farther away he could get from the sound. But that was untrue because it just kept coming.

“You're not a voice! You're just a ringing in my ear, and if I heard you, WHICH I DON’T! I’m spoken for, I fear.”

He looked around the jungle, expecting to see the thing calling out to him. All small, look at the hot air balloon that was still sitting behind his tree.Still waiting to be turned on and used for adventure. Unfortunately, there was nothing there. But he could hope.

“Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls, I’m sorry secret siren but I’m blocking our calls. I don’t need an adventure…I don’t need something new…” Antonio thought about his words, how he was lying to himself. He longed for an adventure for the longest time.

Ever since he learned about Madrigal’s going on adventures when they were 12.

He thought about the sound calling out to him to go. How it could be just himself or…maybe something that’s trying to get him to go out there. To see the world and all it has to offer…or something that wants to hurt him. So many possibilities.

“I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you, into the unknown!”

The symphonic call sang two more times. Urging him to follow his intuition and HIS instincts. He wanted to do it so much. He needed to. But…what if he was going to make a mistake and mess up? What if he leads himself to his own demise…or what if discovers something amazing?

He walks down the hill to a river and stares down at himself. Seeing his reflection and the moon above shimmering in the water.

“What do you want? ‘Cause you’ve been keeping me awake…are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake.” But then he thought more about it, maybe this could be something great. “Or are you someone out there who knows what’s truly me, who knows deep down…I’m not where I’m meant to be…”

All the madrigals had their adventures and lived to tell the tale. Lived to see new places, new people, and the thrill of experiencing something new. Antonio wanted that, he wanted all of it. Every single bit of it.

“I want to feel my power grow, don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to goooo”

All of a sudden, an orange wisp appeared to him. A magical little flame that swirled around him and flew off poofing into beautiful glittering smoke. The teen boy walked into the smoke and images started appearing before him.

“Into the unknown…”

The dwarf kingdom, the Elf kingdom, the orc kingdom, and the dragon kingdom. All four places are what Antonio is aware of but never been to. Only heard about them in stories from his parents or tio’s elven and dwarf friends.

Then…the rulers appeared tall and strong, standing above him. All looking down at him and smiling. The rulers of prosperous kingdoms were smiling at him. But how could that be? Was he going to meet them?

But if that were true…what didn’t his mother see? Was there something wrong?

“Are you out there? Do you know me? Can you feel me? Can you show me?”

The wisp took all of the magical images away and showed new ones. Ones of stone giants, trolls, Wargs, Rhosgobel Rabbits, Orcs, Elves, dragons, dwarves, were-beasts and beings, walking trees, creatures of which Antonio did not recognize but it still looked awesome!

Was this his journey? How could it be so fantastic? What was waiting for him when he left.

Most of the beasts shown were creatures Antonio should have been afraid of. However, he has never been afraid of anything. His family could literally kill with the gifts they had, even him. So why should he be afraid of anything?

The wisp showed new images; A sword, armor, a bow and arrow, a what looked like a whip sword. And in an instant, the wisp took all of the pictures away and swirled around Antonio again. Leaving him to chase after it.

“Where are you going, don't leave me alone! How do I follow you-”He follows the light up to a cliff, running as fast as he can to catch it.

And then, it disappeared…puffing into smoke that dissipated into the air.

“Into the unknown…”

Antonio panted as he tried to understand what just happened. What the actual hell??? As he thought about it. He realized that…he couldn’t be here. He can’t be here. And with a look of determination, Antonio ran back to his tree and started to pack up again. To hell with his mothers fears, he was needed for something important.

He didn’t know what but he knew somewhere in his gut that he needed to GO. So, that’s what he was going to do.

Some spare clothes, books, and the gold coins he saved up from doing his chores and helping out around the village. Which was about 20,000 coins give or take. Enough for him to buy whatever he needed along the way.

All that moving around caused Parce to wake up, a little irritated that his slumber was disturbed.

“There better be a good reason you have woken me, little cub.”

Antonio looked at the cat and whispered, “of course there is, we’re leaving.” The boy said, leaving no room for argument.

The jaguar looked puzzled at that statement, “But I thought we weren’t. Your mother had said so herself.”

“Yeah well…now we are. I’m needed out there for something important, I just know it.”

Parce didn’t quite know what to say to that, what could he say to the determined child?

“Alright…” the creature stretched its limbs and back, “Should I step into the flying balloon then?”

“No, we’ll sleep until early morning, right now it’s only-!” He looked at the clock, “it’s only two thirty , we’ll wake at six PM.”

Without any more words, the jaguar walked into the hot air balloon, laid down, and attempted to go back to sleep. Antonio stopped moving around to think about what he needed. He got it and walked down the mushroom steps attached to the tree and made his way out of his room.

He needed some memorabilia from everyone in his family. Something that he will just “borrow” for the time being as well. The first room he snuck into was his hermano Camilo’s room. As soon as he stepped inside he heard his brother snoring loudly. It made the teen chuckle.

When he further stepped into the room, spot lights shined themselves on him. Causing the boy to jump in fear. But he needed this, needed light to see where he was going.

Quietly, he speed walked up to the stage of his room and to the right, walking up some steps. After that, slowly he stepped his way over to Camilo’s closet and opened it. A creak was heard but nothing more than that.

Once opened, Antonio quickly snatched a ruana from the closet, closed it, and ran off the stage. Meeting the floor with a thud and running toward the bedroom door. One item has already been achieved.

Next room was Mirabel’s. Why didn’t he go to Dolores’ room? Because that would be the dumbest thing he could do. He was praying she didn’t hear his steps as it is. Going into her room would wake her up instantly. And he already had a sewn ascot from her anyway, he’ll wear that on the journey.

When he made it to Mira’s room, he slowly crept inside. It was dark so the only thing he could do was get on his knees and crawl toward Mirabel’s bed. His hand reached for a basket, somewhere he knew her knitting needles would be.

And just like he hoped, they were there, as well as some yarn. The next thing he needed was her sewing needles. But even if he made it over to her dresser, there was no way he could find the needles.

So, in an act of courage, he stood and walked over to her window. Removing the hatch and opening it ever so slightly to illuminate the room. After that, he tip-toed over to the dresser and opened it, quietly moving the objects in the way.

After a few seconds of searching, he found them as well as some fabric. Items three (knitting needles), four (yarn), five (sewing needles), and six (fabric patches) are archived. These would come in handy if he ever needed to patch a hole or make a quick shawl or something of the like.

The next two things he needed were a vest from his tio agustin, Luisa’s wrist guards, Isabela’s signature colorful waist scarf. Some random fabric she liked to wear for some reason that Antonio only understood as a style choice. It has smudges of paint and powder on it from so many projects of hers. The guards were too big for his tiny wrists but he could cut and sew them into a size that he could fit into, same for the vest.

So, just like he did with Camilo and Mirabel’s rooms, he snuck in and out of all three rooms with ease. The last item he got was from downstairs. Juelita’s cookbook. Antonio was aware that she had tons more locked away somewhere. He overheard a conversation that his mother and aunt were having.

Something something, “if a fire ever happened, my signature cookbook as well as the family photo album would be like in a fireproof chest under my bed”

So, the one he was taking from the kitchen wouldn’t affect her too much. He swiped the book and quickly but quietly ran up the stairs to his room. Stuffing all the items into his backpack once he got a hold of it.

Antonio grabbed a lantern from his tree, which he cursed himself for not thinking of earlier, and went back out for six more items. Three shirts from his father, his mothers head scarf, Tio Bruno's ruana, and his abuela’s shawl . There was no way those things weren’t going with him.

As he did all of the others, he snuck into his parents room and took three shirts from his fathers closet. Antonio had to sit the lantern down to stuff the shirts under his arm, then pick up the lantern again.

The next item was his mama’s scarf, which he took from her dresser. He stuffed the scarf from his arm and was about to leave, but something stopped him.

Antonio lifted up the lantern in the direction of his parents’ bed. He looked at them sadly as the realization of what he was doing finally kicked in. He was leaving them. When both of them told him to stay for his safety.

He made his way over to their bed, Pepa’s side specifically. He bent down and kissed her on the head, then he went over to his papa and did the same.

“I love you both but…I have to go. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can” He quietly whispered. Truly saddened that he couldn’t stay for them.

After that he left to get the two other items and went back to his room to put the last of them into his backpack.

“Don’t cry.” Antonio thought to himself, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, this is for the best and it’s happening for a reason. They’ll understand in due time.”

Once everything was packed, Antonio set his alarm clock and crawled back up to his hammock. Sighing as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Today will be a day of adventure, something he will NOT let slip through his fingers.

Six thirty came about rather quickly, and Antonio hated that. The quicker time went by, the faster it came time for Antonio to leave his family.

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

Antonio did his daily morning routine and ended it with getting dressed in most of his family’s clothing. His father's gold button up shirt with triangle patterns on the ends of it. It was a little big on him but something he could deal with by just tucking in the shirt.

His mother’s orange scarf wrapped around his head and Dolores’ sewn ascot around his neck. On top of his shirt was Camilo's orange ruana, on his waist was Isabela's waist scarf, and lastly Luisa's wrist bands that he edited to fit him.

After that, he wrote a letter to his family.

“Dear familia, I know I was told to stay but I simply cannot do that. I’m needed somewhere out there and I must follow my instincts and intuition. If fate permits, I will see you all by my thirteenth birthday. I love you all so much, so please forgive me for what I have done.

With love, Antonio Madrigal”

It was short but what else could he add? He was hearing voices so he decided to go out into the wide world on a hunch? Don’t think so. Antonio left the note on a mushroom step, a spot someone should see when they enter his room.

Pico was still asleep so Antonio carefully held the nest he was sleeping in and took it to the hot air balloon, where Parce was sleeping, and placed it at the bottom of the wicker basket. The bird would be told the news when he awoke.

The envelope (balloon part) of the contraption had patches of red, orange, yellow, and brown reinforced fabric. Colors that show his side of the family. The basket that Antonio stood in had blues, purples, magentas, and greens to show the blue family, his abuela, and uncle. Personally weaved by a dwarf friend of Pepa and Juleita. The only dwarf Antonio has ever met in his life.

Dwarves, Orcs, Elves, and dragon borns were a rarity to find among people. They were only seen out of their kingdoms when they had business overseas or left their kingdom as a way of escaping someone.

Simply seeing the colors almost made the boy cry but he remained strong and stern, he had a purpose in this. He just didn’t know what it was yet. But he soon would find out, and oh boy, would part of him had wished he stayed home.

Pepa woke up in a cold sweat, she saw her youngest baby in a state of peril, and she could do nothing to help. And before she could see him fully slain, she woke up. What on earth did she just see? No…no…no…no, that wasn’t going to happen. Her son was safe in his room…holding a grudge.

She needed to talk to him. To get him to understand why she said no. Maybe then he’ll understand, and possibly it’ll scare him into staying home and never stepping outside until he turns thirteen. Yeah, that should work.

As she sat up she noticed that she was drenched in water and a heavy black cloud was above her head. Great, she more than likely drenched the bed. She looked over at her husband, who was also wet, and he was still sleeping.

So slowly and quietly, she got off her bed and snuck out of her room once more. As she made her way to his room, she noticed that his door was open. That was strange, surely he didn’t run away…right?!

She opened the door and walked inside to see no sign of her son. Not even in his hammock. Her heart skipped a beat. Thunder clapped in her dark cloud. Quickly, she ran over to the tree and walked up the mushroom steps, into the middle section of the tree. She looked up and her son was not there at all. Pepa started to panic.

“Antonio!” she yelled in fear, where was her baby?!

As she was about to make her way down the steps again, she saw an envelope on a mushroom step. She walked down a few steps and picked it up, opened it, and read it.

A storm will be approaching Encanto very soon….

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runwayrunway · 1 year ago

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A New England Planespotter In...England (And Scotland)

So I've just gotten back from two weeks in London, almost directly beneath one of the arrival paths to Heathrow. One weird thing about being in London was that...my home airport, Logan, is big, sure, lots of international flights, but it's weird in that it's only a hub for three airlines, one of which is domestic. Being sandwiched between NYC and Newark does that to a place. So we get a pretty small selection of airlines here, all things considered.

Heathrow? Literally while taxiing from the runway to the gate I saw us go past an Air Mauritius and a Royal Brunei Airlines plane (and I didn't have my camera out to take a picture!). On the way out on my way home I saw a RwandAir plane (and it was at an angle behind me where I couldn't get a picture of it either!). I saw multiple A380s a day from British Airways and Singapore Airlines, and even a 747 flying for Korean Air Cargo went overhead! (747s never fly to Logan.) I saw THAI, Air India, TAROM, Air Serbia, and the full complement of gulf carriers - which I expected - and China Southern Airlines, which I somehow didn't.

Hey, wait, is that tailfin...

There she is! (I was so happy to see her that I think I startled the person sitting next to me.)

There were of course the usual faces as well - Delta, American Airlines, and even JetBlue now flies to London. I didn't see any full-size FedEx planes, but I did see a FedEx Feeder ATR 72 (at least I think it's a 72) at Edinburgh Airport.

(she was quite far away and the image is inevitably very crunchy)

A few other cargo airlines more typical of Europe were parked nearby her - DHL, Maersk Air Cargo (in the old Star Air livery), West Atlantic, and whoever that is at the end - the livery feels so familiar, actually, but there's no wordmark and half of me thinks it's a wet lease that hasn't been painted. If anyone remembers what's on the tip of my tongue, please do tell me.

While entirely expected, I also enjoyed seeing little Loganair ERJs around in Edinburgh. They're so short! I was arriving in an A320 and even then I had to wait until I was on the ground to take a decent picture that wasn't half cut off by the plane I was actually in.

I don't know enough about Loganair's routes to know what they actually fly to Edinburgh, but a tiny part of me was sad I didn't see any of their littler prop planes. I have a huge soft spot for the Britten-Norman Islander, the first prop plane I ever got to fly on, which Loganair operates two of. Among their uses in the fleet is operating the shortest scheduled route in the world, which lasts around a minute and is about as long as the runway I landed on when I took all those pictures. I won't pretend it's not on my bucket list. (To be fair, I am also legitimately interested in the archaeological sites on Papa Westray...just maybe not interested enough to take a longer flight to see them.)

These aren't all the airlines I saw, but the rest I'm saving for other days and other posts. Still, there is one more type of airplane I saw which I think I have never actually seen in Massachusetts. When I was at Edinburgh I heard this bizarre loud thing that sounded like nothing I'd ever heard before and looked up and saw what I thought was a C-130. Then I realized it was actually an A400M with its weird scimitar propellers. As far as I'm aware this is the first airlift plane I've seen in person that wasn't a static display and it's definitely the first plane I've seen that sounds like that. I also got to see my first ever helicopter that wasn't a tiny little general aviation thing in the form of a Chinook going right over my head at...really not that high, but it didn't have its transponder on so I couldn't tell you more exactly. Is that a thing in London? Airplane-sized military helicopters at low heights over populated areas with their transponders off? I don't remember ever seeing that before but I suppose it has been a while. It was very, very strange.

And that's a non-exhaustive list of the things you just don't get to see in Boston! I will definitely talk about some of these airlines in full someday, but some of them I probably won't. I at least had a lot of fun pointing at airplanes and going "wow...".

#off-duty #runway runway travelogues #polairoids #loganair #fedex #srilankan airlines #dhl #maersk air cargo #west atlantic uk #west atlantic airlines #star air (denmark)

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tuliplips · 1 year ago

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sorry i just need to vent. the son of a not very close friend of my mom took his life recently. i didn’t know him, but i met his brother who is a very nice handsome kind young man. i knew about the guy who died, and his depression though; and his mother lives nearby, and he worked in a nearby cemetery, and he is/was half dutch and half portuguese like me. so i thought about him often, when i would walk by these places, wondering if he was doing better.

then we got the news. it affected me a lot. from what i heard he was a lovely and kind person. he looked like the exact kind of guy who would be my type. i felt connected to him and his brother because they are both the same two nationalities like me and both speak the languages and are around my age, and i thought one day i would like to date someone like them.. :/ it’s all so embarrassing.

the past week since it happened; i didn’t sleep properly, i have been feeling so sad for his suffering, and for the hurt and the grief his friends and mother and brother and father must be feeling. i thought a lot about how lonely he must have felt. it felt all a bit unreal. then my mom was going to the funeral and i was contemplating if i should go or not. i felt like i should go because it mattered to me, and to support my mom going and also to show support to his family. but i also felt weird to go since i didn’t actually know him and i also felt in my heart that maybe it would be bad for me to go because it would upset me. especially because i’ve been having a hard time lately and i’ve been not really all there ..

anyway i ended up going. there were so many young people there.. so many friends… it was so intense. i didn’t know him but i cried and cried.. i cried so fucking much!! and i feel so pathetic. i can’t get rid of the images of the body laying in the casket. it’s kinda haunting me. i always hated funerals since i had to attend my fathers so young. and especially the body in the casket scares me. i didn’t want to look this time but it was like almost impossible not to look. and now i deeply regret it. it was so weird because he almost didn’t look dead. it looked like he was just taking a nap and could get up out of there any time.

i can’t get rid of the images of all his friends, crying, all the people there, the energy in the room that was so dense???? i really didn’t need something so triggering in my life yet i felt like couldn’t look away, and i wanted to prove to myself that i can face things in life; that i don’t need to keep looking away from everything. i felt like maybe i needed to feel the uncomfortable things because i need to feel more in general. but i’ve been in a low place due to having been very very sick for a very long time, and it has made me so isolated and detached , i actually need things to uplift me, since my energy has been so low for so long.

anyway it’s not about me right now, but i feel so shaken up by this death and this funeral and while i was there i was proud of myself for going but now i regret it. i feel so embarrassed for getting so swept away. i feel also so not legitimate to suffer so much.. it shouldn’t be my hurt… it shouldn’t be mine. it feels like i did something wrong maybe. i also cant stop thinking about the pain all his friends and his mother must be feeling. i want to sleep, its my birthday party tomorrow but i can’t get rid of the images… i’m so tired i haven’t slept well in a week .. i am even scared in the dark now. scared to feel a presence or something. like as if he is near. i don’t know. i feel a little bit insane

#tw suicide

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themuffin2649 · 5 months ago

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Oh Joy…

Newt!Joy is left at the control panel to keep things running while the other emotions are trying to recapture Cannabalism due to them breaking out of the Valut of Secrets.

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Newt!Joy: “Alright, everybody’s out at the worst time possible, but that’s fine! I got this! It’s just a date with him. Nothing to be upset about!”

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MC: “Dammit! I can’t believe that the system got hacked! Now the new movie we were planning to watch is canceled! I’m sorry dear.”

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Newt!Joy: “Shoot! We can’t be mad without anger! Think Joy, Think!….. I got it!” He said as he looked around for another movie to watch. “Hmm, War movie, no we don’t have sadness, Maneating Bugs, no, fear and disgust aren’t here… aha! Creek and Friends! Nothing too tragic ever happens there!” He said, pressing buttons in excitement.

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Charlie: “Hey! they gave us a free ticket to any movie today. We can watch… Creek and Friends: Ellie the Puppy. That sounds fun!”

MC: “I guess you’re right. I wanted to watch the maneating bugs movie, but I’m down with whatever makes you happy!”

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Newt!Joy: “Yes! Woo! Let’s go!”

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The two submit their ‘Any Movie’ passes, given as an apology for today’s movie, to the worker and sit in the theatre. The movie starts off with Sophie receiving and caring for a Puppy named Ellie on her birthday.

Charlie: “Aww! That’s so cute! 💛”

MC looks at his friend’s joyful attitude with and smiles.

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Newt!Joy: “Awww! He loves us!”

~~~~~

The first half of the movie is very wholesome, with Sophie growing up together with her pet dog. They do almost everything together, and when she comes home, Ellie is always waiting for her. Everything was turning out for the best until Ellie started getting old. The two would start doing less activities together due to Ellie’s physical condition.

Sophie: “Mom, Ellie’s barely able to walk anymore. Can we visit the vet to fix it?”

Sophie’s mom: “Sophie, there is no vet that can reverse aging, we all age. Ellie ages faster than us, and that means that her time is almost up.”

Sophie: “B-But I don’t want her to go, we grew up together!”

It was at that point where the audience of children started to cry. Some adults teared up too, including the MC.

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Newt!Joy: “No no no no no!! What ever happened to nothing tragic ever happening in Creek and Friends movies! WHY did the dog have to die! Ugh! How does sadness do this?!” He said, trying to mimick sadness.

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Charlie heard Joy’s problem and immediately covered his face to muffle the laughing.

MC: “Oh, I know. Here.” He said, hugging his friend, thinking he was crying instead of laughing.

Once the movie ended, the two exited out of the movie theatre along with crying children and their parents. Charlie still covered his face, meaning MC had to guide him out of the theatre.

MC: “Here, how about we go somewhere private. I know the movie is mostly associated with kids, but my therapist said that it’s best to let these emotion out. It was a very sad movie, even I shed a tear when they buried Ellie.”

Charlie: I’m not covering my face because of I’m embarassed of crying to a kids movie, I’m covering my face because I’m Laughing and everybody would think I’m an unempathetic jerk!

…

After a while, every other emotion came back, allowing Reme!Sadness to do her job. Charlie legitimately starts crying, and the two get ice cream after the movie.

#syvnh #stuck in a yandere visual novel...help #stuckinyanvn #syvnh mc #syvnh coworker #syvnh Charlie

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rottenbrainstuff · 5 months ago

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IWTV: I rewatched the old movie! which gave me more thoughts about ep 4.

I popped on the old movie on the weekend (the first one, not Queen of the Damned, I never actually saw that one ever)

Me and my friends were obsessed with this movie and the books when they first came out, but my interest cooled a bit as I got into my 20s, Anne Rice went a bit crazy, and I started to get bored with the books as I read more of them. I haven't watched this movie in probably almost 20 years.

Ehm. Look I don't want to offend anyone cause I know I have mutuals who like this movie, look I just said, I used to too, but wow I was kind of shocked by how not good it is. (which doesn't mean there's nothing interesting there, because there is) Like, just, guys objectively speaking, the plot of the movie is so incredibly truncated that a lot of the decisions and reactions and things don’t even make any sense, really. I found myself getting annoyed by the music cues. There would be a scene where the actors are failing to show any kind of emotional buildup, but the music would start to swell to indicate I'm supposed to be feeling a thing, and I started to get really really annoyed by it. Brad Pitt in particular is barely showing any kind of emotion at all beyond "vaguely sad". You could say maybe it's a directorial choice, but I mean, in the scene where he sets his plantation house on fire and addresses his slaves, he still can't seem to muster up any emotional depth. I found myself thinking about the show and how passionate and angry Jacob's Louis is at times. Maybe the issue is the movie is rushing SO QUICKLY through everything that there's no time to allow the actors some space to actually act. I don't know.

Once Claudia showed up, I started to legitimately enjoy the movie. I really do love her character a lot. I think Kirtsen Dunst does a pretty good job with such a challenging role for an actress her age. I think the little domestic scenes are the most appealing part of the entire movie, this little snapshot of a vampire family doing vampire family things. Watching this gave me a few more thoughts about the last ep, which I'll get into at the end here. I think this may be one single spot where I actually prefer the movie to the new show.

Don't worry though! We quickly get back into odd choices. I continue to be puzzled by the casting of Antonio Banderas. For almost every single other thing in this movie, they stay very close to the book. Aging Claudia up was done because it's simply impossible to have a 5 year old actress who could actually act in that role, so that change makes sense. Armand is in some ways similar to Claudia. He looks very young, in his late teens, and is beautiful, and it makes an interesting contrast when you find out this boy is actually the leader of the Paris coven, and the oldest living vampire that the audience is aware of, and is very very dangerous. Therefore, turning Armand into a large guy in his mid 30s when everything else is so close to the book is a very puzzling choice that I have never heard an explanation for. (I looked up the age of Assad Zaman and was SHOCKED to learn he's actually in his 30s too so like, that's some really good casting there, and just goes to show again the actors who can pull it off are out there, I just don't understand why they apparently didn't bother to look) Star power I guess? But was there really no popular, younger-looking actor that they could have got instead? (and you guys have to understand, I say this as a gigantic fan of Antonio Banderas)

Man I am SO not a fan of Tom Cruise in this. I can't tell if it's because he is legitimately doing a poor job, or if it's because I really really dislike him and his acting in general. There are a handful of spots where he actually made me laugh a little and the rest of the time I just want him to go away. Compared to this, Sam Reid is perfection.

Now look. As much as I can find faults with the movie now, the fact remains that I loved it when I was younger, and like I said there's still parts that I like. These characters were so compelling that we remembered them, that people were motivated to retell this story once again into a brand new show that takes it very seriously and is doing a good job, and I am even noticing little nods to the movie here and there in the show.

Watching the movie made me think more about that fourth ep, and Claudia. I think the actress is doing a great job, but I remain a little lukewarm. I know the practical and narrative reasons for why they aged Claudia up even more, but that doesn't stop me from wishing for a younger Claudia, because that's the aspect of her character I found the most interesting.

Maybe though, all I needed was to see a bit more of them all living together and having fun. I really enjoyed the brief little glimpses of her bouncing around their house, being naughty, not listening - I think I needed a little more of that. This is the very first time in the series so far, which is generally really taking its time and fleshing things out in an amazing way, where I felt like it should have slowed down a little. I ADORED the little bits we saw, the family movie, the birthday party, the coffin shopping... I loved it so much! I wanted just a little bit more! Just a little! And the sweeter it is, the more it will hurt later when things go all wrong!

Lestat's much cooler and more complicated relationship with Claudia in the show makes me quite sad, but here I think the change is interesting and I am ok with it. Lestat is the best when he's equal parts appealing and off-putting, so maybe it's good to get a reminder of the ways he is not great, plus maybe it sets up his daddy/mommy/other issues? Hey what the heck was up with his over-reaction and punishment when Claudia brought home Charlie? That felt personal. Did that have something to do with Nicholas, do you think? I assume?... I wonder if/how they're going to change around the details of all of that. It's so much fun the different layers here, how new fans are enjoying the story on its own, and how old fans can enjoy how things are being retold, and how it is still making surprises even when we generally know the main story beats.

Anyways. I was legit fun to rewatch that old movie and remember how I used to watch it all the time. I actually watched this movie quite a lot in French! When I was fresh out of highschool, I used to put the few DVDs I owned on with the French audio to try and keep my French skills up. (It didn’t work.) I still think of it quite fondly, even as I can recognize its serious flaws. And those flaws are mostly just the plot being so truncated the emotional parts don’t feel built up and fall flat, and I don’t enjoy the casting for most of the characters.

It’s so neat this new show is making me dig out old interests I had forgot about.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire

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lugarn · 8 months ago

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the dichotomy is not as cut and dry as many make it out to be. it's a far more niche conflict we have to consider.

it's more so the circumstances surrounding watcher vs dropout. dropout posted consistently, had years under their belt, and they've even said it was luck that got them to be successful with the streaming service model. meanwhile, the watcher guys lacked in presentation and preparation.

I myself was sad when I first heard the news, but didn't think much of it. I don't have the money, so I'll simply say goodbye to watcher. but for others, it's the way they made it out to seem like $6 was affordable for everyone. it doesn't seem like much, but many people, especially in our age group and in this economy, struggle everyday to make it through life. and to have what was once an emotional support group essentially toss us aside in lieu of the more financially stable fans, it definitely felt more like a kick in the gut than anything else.

I agree with you that watcher has a lot of content. they're allowed to do what they want. they're allowed to produce their videos at this quality they want, they're allowed to open this streaming service for the select few who can afford it, and they're allowed to proceed as they so please. though there's no denying how saddened the fans have become. dropout has shown themselves to be a considerate company that produces content for the fans while also remaining within their budget. though Watcher shows they have aims different from that of their fans.

with love in my heart: watcher is a business. they have been a business from day one. their goal is not to be internet personalities; their goal is television. they've decided it's okay to lose the small, vocal portion of ppl who see them solely as internet personalities rather than no longer be able to create content of the quality they prefer. be mad if you want but it's a legitimate business decision and it's foolish to treat it like it's not because it's a decision you don't like.

if you're super desperate, do what other ppl do with dropout and pool your cents with friends.

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vespersposts · 1 year ago

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Reap what you sow

Since I let Daiki's birthday pass without even making a celebratory post (sorry my demon, I know Taiga got one), I decided to start September with a new episode where he explains how he deals with situations, especially his one with Momoi. I send you a big hug and thanks for following the story and being patient with this disorganised author! Let me know if you like it,

Do you know? Artist Eve (@evelhak ) draw a portrait of the main female character exclusively for this story -> [ Im in awe! ] 💝

-> more knb stories here 🏀

"Why don't we go down to town on Saturday? Let's have a bite to eat, a coffee and a look at the sports shop. Momoi told me you wanted to try out a new pair of sneakers."

A normal request, a legitimate intention, something he had done a thousand times with Satsuki and the guys. Something he had also done with other girls, but that did not make it any less embarrassing. So when Kuri asked him one day at the end of a class, all he could do was nod, feeling caught in the middle. Nearby, Satsuki's confused look made him feel dirty, mean and shady for accepting that invitation just to get her attention.

It had worked, though, as they now walked side by side on their way home from the gym. Momoi had preferred his company to Tetsu's and now she was strangely silent, although she never let him out of her sight.

"What are your intentions with her?" his childhood friend asked him, stopping on the elevated walkway, glancing casually at the line of cars at the traffic lights before turning her gaze to him. Daiki felt a strange tension growing in his stomach, as if he was tugging at a string caught somewhere, a string that was tightening itself to a mysterious, hidden point.

A point that was a person, Satsuki.

"None, really. I'll figure it out as we go" he had simply answered her, causing the girl to frown.

"Don't tell me you want to bang her!" she blurted out, looking at him with an expression that was close to disgust.

As if that was his problem.

Of course he would have fucked her, if it would have helped him get his manager's full attention again, he would have done anything for her. He even got involved in a stupid girl feud for her.

"Tell me you don't want to and I won't! "He replied earnestly, cupping her face in his hands, caressing her soft cheeks, staring into her drooping eyes, leaving her only when her hands grabbed his wrists and demanded to be released.

"Don't get into trouble, that's what I'm telling you. Don't put yourself in a position where you start a story you don't want to start just because you're lonely. I love you, just not like that..." he heard her sigh "If you're sad, talk to my best friend, I know she understands because she's been in your position" she had concluded, taking a few steps away, still flushed from the latest declaration.

"No one understands me like you do" Daiki had told her again, determined to leave no room for ambiguity. "She's just a strange girl I don't even like, I just pretend to, for you. You're the only one I'll always need, the only one who really understands me!" he concluded, making the girl's eyes fill with big, round tears. "I love Tetsu, I'm fine with him, Dai-chan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you all the time, but I don't know what to do".

He saw her crying her eyes out. All he could do was hold her in an embrace, which the girl quickly broke.

"We have to set better boundaries, work better, we..." and she was silenced by the boy's lips on hers, his strong arms around her, his powerful figure trapping her between him and the railing, under the astonished gaze of the passers-by.

"I love you, that will never change, remember that! "Daiki's deep voice imprinted itself in her mind to such an extent, that she felt as if she heard nothing else until he arrived at your house and she closed the door behind her, deluding herself that she could even shut out the disappointment of having deceived her best friend once again.

A sea of tears followed, a sea that you dried with a box of tissues and a frozen pizza dinner, listening to this story a thousand times, commenting on it a thousand times, reconstructing the incident as the best detective would have done, but the truth was always the same.

"There was no way you could have prevented it" you had told her again, stroking her head as it rested on your lap, smiling at her as her red, swollen eyes stared at you with silent questions.

"I cheated on Tetsuya" you heard her murmur as warm tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Nobody cheated on Tetsuya! You couldn't have known that he would react like that and he... Well, Aomine is exhausted and reacts to the situation like he would in a basketball game he's losing: he tries everything. Too bad he doesn't know when to stop! " you conclude and give her a smile, hoping that your friend will be satisfied with this rough and ready explanation.

"I should tell Tetsu! "she sighs and clamps her fingers between yours.

" What's the point?" you answer her immediately. "You'd only create bitterness. I doubt Daiki will try to kiss you again. Leaving him alone with his guilt is punishment enough. Now you need to think about yourself and how I can help you realise that it's not your fault! " you smile at her and hear your mobile, which you had thrown on the sofa before Momoi arrived, buzzing.

"It's nothing important, I have to make appointments for the agency." you lie to her, knowing that telling her that Aomine is chasing you to convince her to talk and 'set things right' would only make her more anxious.

"I want one too, for Saturday afternoon!" Satsuki informs you, getting your attention back.

"Where are we going?" you laugh, rolling a strand of her soft hair on your finger, thinking it's some kind of joke.

"You have to break up Dai-chan and Kuri's date if you don't want him to screw her " she says suddenly.

"And even if he did, what would be the problem? The safer the princess feels, the more fun it will be to ruin their affair, let him have his way! " you say with a sigh and send another message. Momoi is silent, then her face takes on an undefined expression, somewhere between that of a wayward child and an angry woman.

"I just don't want this to happen! " she reiterates, and you already know that you won't be able to stop her.

#knb x reader #knb #knb scenarios #knb aomine #knb x you #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomomo #kuromomo #knb fluff #knb momoi #knb kuroko #aomine daiki #aomine #satsuki momoi #aomine daiki x momoi satsuki #momoi satsuki #momoi best girl #kuroko no basket

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 12: Emotions

Dinner at the Donquixote estate was a practice in barely restrained chaos. Sugar had demanded you sit by her, which ended up with her in your lap about half-way through the meal. Dellinger had seated himself on the other side of you and spent as much time arguing with Sugar as he did talking to you.

Trebol and Diamante, two of Doflamingo's closest officers, snapped at each other's heels almost the whole meal, though most everyone else seemed to ignore them. Baby asked you a least 30 times if you needed her for anything, and you were legitimately convinced she was a hired maid for a good while, before Violet set you straight.

Monet sat near Sugar and did her best to help you wrangle the little rugrat enough that the two of you could trade off on eating. When you heard Machvise had personally made your dinner you praised him appropriately – you didn't want to unload a lot of hot air, but it was delicious food. You even admitted that while you weren't a fan of peas personally, the split pea soup was unexpectedly tasty.

Pica, Giolla, Senor Pink, Gladius and Buffalo were there a well, but your interactions were fairly limited. You feel like the younger ones had claimed you, and everyone else was just trying to make sure you weren't overwhelmed.

"Miss (Y/N)?" Sugar asks near the end of the meal.

"Miss Sugar, you can just call me (Y/N)." You say for the twelfth time, and after the third time you had started calling her 'Miss Sugar'.

"This bracelet is nice, where'd you get it?"

You realize she means the carnival gift, and you're suddenly glad to be a few seats removed from Doflamingo. "I got it as a gift."

You seem to have caught Dellinger's attention with this statement and he looks over. "From who?"

You gave a nervous laugh and smile as soon as you did Sugar pipes up. "Oh, was it the young master?" You hear someone choke on a drink, and you're pretty sure it's Monet. You're a bit sad your back's to her, she's been so composed the whole dinner it would've been a treat to see.

And people tell me I'm intuitive.

"Indeed." You answer with a smile. "It's a very special gift," you say with some drama. Sugar's attention is completely yours at this point, and even Dellinger looks like you're about to perform magic.

"What's it do?" Sugar inquires softly.

"It becomes more valuable with time." You answer, in your best mystical whisper.

You were fully rewarded with two awe-filled 'woooooah's' from Sugar and Dellinger. The conversation changes, the table was cleared, and after the meal you managed to find Monet without Sugar immediately in tow.

"I have a question for you, if you have a moment to spare." You ask and she gives you a smile.

"Anything for our new resident magician."

You grin. "Doflamingo told me you had dug into my history." Your expression didn't change, you weren't trying to make her feel bad. "I've... never looked, and while I know what happened, I don't know what the official story was."

There was a pause as she processes what you were asking and then her face became serious. "When you were six?"

You nod.

"I couldn't find the truth, and I knew I had only found propaganda when all the reports said you and your mother were killed during the Moim, and that your father had killed your killer. None of the records had anything else in them. Apparently, there's a memorial on Mary Geoise, honoring you and your mother's sacrifice." Monet's tone was usually flat, but there was a snarl in her last few words, as though the whole thing turned her stomach even as removed from it as she was.

You couldn't help the wave of emotion that went over you. Aggravation, anger, frustration, an odd pang of sadness and then anger again. He'd been able to keep climbing the ranks after the incident, you knew that much, but you didn't realize it was because they'd created a false tragic hero out of him. You had just assumed no one had known or cared – or that maybe the guy he murdered your mother to get was infamous enough for it to not matter.

"This... was a bad time to ask that, can you... I mean, is there somewhere I can go to cool off?" You question. Your fists are white-knuckled, and you're struggling to keep a neutral face.

"Of course." Monet takes you by the wrist and leads you through the estate until you come out the backside of it. The garden sprawls out before you, illuminated by the full moon, with a clear backdrop of stars. She points to a large tree that wasn't too far away.

"The old Wisteria tree always helped comfort me when I needed it. I'll keep most of the family at bay and give you a few minutes."

"Thanks."

You walk toward the large tree, feeling your anger melt away a little just from the cool air and the promise of quiet near the tree. Everything made more sense, and you hated that it made more sense. You stood under the tree, looking through the branches and blossoms, letting the moonlight fall over your face, you cry.

"May he live in agony." You whisper your wish up to the moon above, and your anger rushes back in.

"May he die in agony." You growl, your nails biting into the meat of your palms. Your shoulders shook, you wanted to unleash violence, you wanted to fight, you wanted to crush the old man's bones under your anger.

"Fuck." You croak the words, trying to keep from screaming. "Fuck."

"Rage is better released than held." Doflamingo's voice was quiet, as though he wasn't sure if he should even speak.

"I... don't..." You look over at him and your breath hitches. "I don't know what to do with this! I want to hurt him! I want to feel pain in my fists from the damage I would do his bones! I want his soul to shatter beneath my fury! I want his blood to feed the worms!"

Tears cut lines down your face as Doflamingo stands in front of you silently. If your words were affecting him, he made no outward show of it. "I want every breath he takes to cut his lungs with glass! I want the world to know what a terrible fraud he is! I want his heart's final, worthless, twitch to be between my fingers! How is this emotion simple rage?! How is this emotion even human!?"

Your tears stop. "How can... how can you hear me say all that and not flinch? Not back away? Not – not banish me from your home? How can I be so angry twenty-gods-be-damned-years-later?"

You sit on the ground hard, and it's the first time he so much as twitches, reaching out as if to catch you. Instead, he steps closer and kneels before you. His glasses are off and tucked in his shirt pocket. He offers you a handkerchief and gives you a moment to clean up your face and catch your breath.

Your mind comes back to you, and you look down at the ground. "Did it feel like this for you?" You ask quietly.

"Mmm," He reaches out and tilts your face up with a gentle touch, until you're looking at him. "It was different, but similar. My anger didn't simmer for 20 years until it boiled over. I was able to release it, and resolve it, in a smaller amount of time." His thumb caresses your cheek, wiping away an errant tear. You turn your head and nuzzle your cheek into his hand.

"I realize this is a bad time to say so, but you could just crush my whole head in your hand." You lean back, holding his hand with both of yours. "I wasn't able to really appreciate how bloody big your hands are until now."

The velvet rumble of his soft chuckle makes you feel warm. "Feeling a bit better?" He asks, standing up and offering you a hand up.

Smiling, you accept his assistance. "I am, thank you." Stretching a bit, you chuckle. "Painful truths over sweet lies, what a legitimate sentiment."

"If you're up for it, there's been an offer of dessert." He says with a devious grin, and continues before you can say anything. "The kind you can enjoy in the company of the family."

You blush a bit despite it all and laugh. "Sure, yes. They say sweet things are good for the soul anyway, so dessert-mffmph!"

Warm lips press against yours, and a strong hand presses into your back to steady you against the surprise. When he leans back you grab his collar and pull him back in, causing the softest sound of surprise to escape him. You press your tongue against his lips, and he lets you in. You didn't control the kiss for long, but you didn't care. Being devoured by this man wasn't the worst that could happen to you.

"My apologies," you breathe, as the kiss breaks, your eyes shifting from his lips to his eyes. "I'm sure you had something about you being good for my soul on the tip," you lean closer again, your eyes back down at his lips. "Of your," you ghost your lips past his, biting your lower lip lightly, before backing away entirely.

"So, dessert?" you prompt, with a great big smile on your face.

He chuckles, putting his glasses back and gesturing back to the estate with a small flourish, "My dear."

You got a step ahead of him and hear his voice rumble in his chest. "That won't be forgotten," he promises, and you weren't sure you were as scared of that as you should've been.

Dessert was a delicious strawberry shortcake, and a more subdued conversation with Monet, who apologized for delivering her new so bluntly. You also get to speak more directly to Trebol, Diamante, Pica and Giolla.

Leaving for the evening was a little bittersweet, but when Doflamingo didn't tempt you to stay, you realized just how busy his own job was keeping him. He did walk you to the limo, pinning you against the door and finishing the kiss from earlier before allowing you to slip away for the evening. You were in the backseat without a chance to request different, and sure enough your mind wandered to what had been done before, and what could be done in the future.

Tuesday came and went with little incident. You sporadically texted with Doflamingo, worked your jobs, and took an evening to yourself. You had every intention to vegetate on the couch and watch cheesy action movies. When you got home Tuesday evening, you saw Zoro in the driveway, looking at his phone and leaning against his delivery van.

"Hey, Marimo," you greet, jogging the last few steps to reach him. "What's up?"

The grin that spread across his face made you tilt your head in confusion.

"Special delivery, Mouse." He teases you back and hands over one of Robin's flower arrangements. You realize from his smile that he knows what the hyacinths meant as well as you did. You hold the flowers nearby and appreciate the scent.

Your face goes red and all you can murmur is a small, "Thanks."

"Least I could do." He replies. "It was my last delivery of the day, so I decided to stick around until you got home. Things run long at Eustass' shop?"

"Not overly. I ended up kibitzing with the guys for a bit, but admitting that my stray had turned into a more permanent sort of trouble was what kept me."

Zoro snorts, "Yeah, I'm sure a couple of those guys will be drowning their sorrows tonight."

You laugh, "If they felt that way, they should've said something sooner."

"As long as you're happy," he shrugs.

"Nervous?" you question, shifting the topic of whose relationship was being discussed.

Zoro looks away and rubs the back of his head. "Maybe a little."

You pat his shoulder. "She's only had a thing for you, for like, the last year at least. You'll be fine whatever you have planned."

Zoro groans. "Did I really not notice for so long?"

"I blame time spent hanging around Luffy and Ace." You say, "They're both dense as tungsten."

Zoro laughs and leaves you to your thoughts and flowers. Hyacinths, your loveliness charms me. There's a definite skip in your step as you go into your home.

(Y/N): I see you have responded in kind.

You send the text and set the flowers on your coffee table and do a silly happy dance for a moment before your phone vibrates.

Trouble: I was told a simple reply would suffice.

(Y/N): I only have so much space for replies.

Trouble: I was reminded repeatedly by your florist friend.

(Y/N): I would like to reply in a more direct way, but you must promise me something.

Trouble: I shall do my best, my dear.

(Y/N): Do not answer your phone for the next twenty minutes.

You were skipping up the steps to your room waiting for a reply. It took so long you were a bit concerned he wasn't going to agree.

Trouble: Very well, I promise.

Utilizing the toys you had available, you brought yourself close to orgasm before dialing his number. You tried to calm your breathing in case he picks it up, so you could scold him without giving your intent away too obviously. Once you heard the customized voicemail greeting, you had a feeling he at least had an inkling as to what you meant to do.

"Leave your messages as you please, kitten."

Caught or not, it didn't matter. You let the pleasure in your voice sing out for him. You were so close you didn't think you were going to need multiple messages, just the knowing sound in his voice was enough to get your heart racing. Your imagination brought his presence into your room, looming over you and telling you to scream for him. Purring softly in your ear with need in his own voice for you to cum for him.

The idea of him watching you while you did something like this drove you over the edge in a rush. You mewl his name and cry your orgasm into the phone as best you could with your hands preoccupied. Panting and enjoying the rush you pick up the phone properly and left the only fully formed words of the whole message.

"Just some of my charming loveliness, Doffy."

Hanging up the phone you laid out on the bed and basked for a moment before dragging yourself into the shower. As you were coming back out of the shower, you noticed a missed called and a new voicemail message. Your face flushes as you press play, unsure of what to expect.

"There is a fine line between divinity and torture, Miss (Y/N). One you seem to be alarmingly skilled at walking. I do hope you're available tomorrow, I would hate to have to kidnap you, my dear."

You sent a text, not wanting to risk your voice betraying you. You also wanted the chance to pick your words, and not vocalize the fact that you wouldn't have any issues being kidnapped by him.

(Y/N): I promised Pop's some of my time tomorrow.

(Y/N): Is after dinner acceptable?

The lack of a reply stretches out more minutes than it ever had before, so you decided to continue.

(Y/N): It seems I've bordered closer to cruel than I meant. I could, graciously, get someone to cover my café shift Thursday, so that I could stay the night.

The last few words were hard to type, not because you were against the idea, but you were a little worried you misread his delay. You wanted to jump in with both feet, you didn't want to leap into concrete on accident.

The response was almost immediate.

Trouble: Then I shall graciously accept.

You bit the bottom of your lip, and preemptively apologized to the Boys that you wouldn't be as focused on visiting as you usually were.

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